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We Are....

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found
out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I
want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I
bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother
because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system
grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive
partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to
turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up
afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a
fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother
that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a
transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful,
tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not
let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken
away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever
had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before
graduating high school.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as
they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much
better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't
believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because
they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to
die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"